The Knocked Up Lust Bundle (5 page)

“Do you like what you see?”

Mmmph. Oh god.

Oh
god
.

His cock was just absolutely massive. He was a total beast. Oh god! She had to have him inside of her.

Trying to maintain some aura of maturity, she nodded slowly. That, however, just made her seem all the more impressed.

“Yes,” she said softly. “It's so...so big, Michael.”

“Sir. You'll call me Sir. Be a good girl.”

“Yes, Sir. I like it, Sir.”

Grabbing her shoulder, he pulled her close to him once more, grinning low. His thumb on her cheek was rough and hard, pushing in. Treating her like a toy. She liked it.

He ripped her bra off, breaking the straps entirely. Her breath caught, tits totally revealed.

“Good girl,” he said. “You've got good girl titties for me, don't you?”

She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

Roughly, he grabbed her nipples, squeezing them tight. Little shocks of pleasure ran through her body.

“I'm going to fuck you until you can't think, girl.” His voice so full of admiration.

“So...I mean...you won't be...you won't be gentle?” Her voice halted and brief.

He smiled and gripped her throat, pulling her close. “Do you want me to be gentle?”

She shook her head. “No, sir.”

Grip still hard on her throat, he pulled her in closer, whispering in her ear. “Good girl.”

Her knees knocked together.

“Get on your knees, girl.”

Immediately, she obeyed.

Without any warning, he slapped her face with his cock, hard. Then he did it again on the other side. His precum smeared her cheeks.

“You’re going to have your face fucked now.”

She looked up at him with enormous dark eyes.  “I thought...I thought you wanted to fuck me?”

“First...” he slapped her face again with his thick shaft. “...first, you have to prove that you’re a good enough girl to take a face fucking. All right?”

She nodded, her eyes big, scared. How would she fit it all in her? She didn't even know if she could fit all that meat inside her pussy, let alone her mouth. And a face fucking, god! That sounded so...brutal.

Her pussy was gushing with the thought.

Gripping her long dark hair tight, he pushed his length down into her throat, hard. Each wet, fleshy inch of his cock slid hard down the soft, tight flesh of her throat. Her body was on fire with need once more.

Paige had never felt so violated...she had never felt so alive. She was so glad to find this side of herself.

He used her, fucking her mouth hard. There was no waiting by him for her to find her rhythm on his cock. Her role was simply to be a wet hole for him to fuck—something hot and pleasant to distract him from the tribulations of his day.

Paige moaned and his pace picked up. He was going to cum! He was going to cum, right then and there! She was going to make a man cum!

Pride, as well as Michael's enormous cock, filled her. She had been closing her eyes, but now opened them, staring up into his forceful, dominant face. He looked at her like he owned her.

As far as Paige was concerned, he did.

Pulling out of her mouth, he came, erupting all over her face and chest. His heavy load stuck hard to her chest, her lips and cheeks. Moaning happily, she lapped all of it up that she could.

Warmth and bliss washed over her. She had never been happier, staring up at the stud Michael. And then...

Then. The door to the bedroom banged open.

“Just
what
do you think you’re doing?” cried Diana, seeing the explicit display Paige had been transformed into.

Paige, trying to gulp, stared in terror at the woman who had come into the master bedroom. Diana was, for some odd reason, already ripping off her light green business skirt and white blouse, and shimmying down into her sexy blue panties and bra. Her hot, voluptuous curves were on full display. It was a lot for Paige to take in.

Fully undressed, Diana strutted over to her husband, pouting.

“Michael, baby,” Diana cooed, wrapping her arm around his naked waist. “I thought you said you were going to wait until we could do it together?”

Her voice had the affectionate whine of a woman well-fucked into complete submission.

“Don’t worry about that,” said Michael. “You’re here now, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” she purred.

“You want to fuck this one, don’t you?”

He tugged Paige’s hair back, still staring at his wife. Diana moaned, her body sliding up and down Michael’s chiseled features.

“Oh, yes sir. Very much.”

“How about it, girl?” Michael tapped Paige's cheek with his semi-hard cock. “Do you want to fuck Diana? You want to fuck your best friend’s mom, too?”

Paige’s eyes went wide. “I...I don’t know. I mean. I’ve never...I haven’t ever...I don’t know...”

Leaning down, Diana slid her hot, wet tongue up Paige’s face. Thick, heavy dollops of cum gathered on Diana’s tongue, and then she pushed that cum-soaked tongue into Paige’s mouth. Their kiss was electric, Michael’s hot cum making it all the more slippery and sticky. Paige's pussy, already so overworked, felt even more aflame from the gesture.

“God, doesn’t he taste soooo good?” Diana giggled, pulling away.

“Yes,” Paige said quietly.

“Oh baby,” Diana purred, holding Michael. “She’s shy.”

Grinning, Diana knelt down and proceeded to run her hands up and down Paige’s body. Soft little mews and moans escaped her mouth—the older woman was clearly enjoying herself. Diana's hands were so soft, so nice! Paige was enjoying it too. Diana let out a series of delighted laughs as she squeezed Paige's sumptuous tits.

“Oh darling, you’re soooo tense. We’ve wanted to fuck you now for ages and ages. Why do you think I talked so much about how big Michael’s cock was?”

Oh god, she really had. She had, a lot. Come to think of it, Diana was the reason Paige knew so many girls wanted to fuck Michael.

Wow. They had really manipulated Paige.

That was hot, though Paige. Really hot. Taking the time to corrupt her teen mind.

Michael tugged his wife's hair. “Diana, stop teasing the poor girl. Get her on the bed and lick her pussy.”

Diana nodded obediently. “Yes, Sir.” She turned to Paige. “This is going to be wonderful, dear. Don’t worry.”

Diana led Paige up onto the bed gently.

“This will be fine,” she reassured her again. “You’ll love this.”

For a few moments, Paige was just plain scared. Diana delivered a trail of hot little kisses down her naked torso and then slipped her panties all the way off.

And then, Diana’s tongue...Diana’s tongue!

Oh god, Diana’s tongue! Diana’s hot tongue, sliding up and around and on her clit, sending hot jolts of electric joy to every part of her body. This hot young eighteen year old was getting the pussy-licking of a lifetime from her best friend's mom, with her best friend's dad watching! She couldn't get over how naughty and taboo the situation was.

And just when she thought it couldn't get any hotter,  Michael, an enterprising soul, pushed his cock deep into Paige’s mouth.

With her on the bed, he could straddle her face and fuck her face at his leisure. She loved it—the thick shaft of his enormous cock making her mouth his home. It was so fucking hot. He fucked her face hard, harder,
harder
, his cock becoming thicker and more swollen all the time.

Ohhh my god, thought Paige. I’mmm gonna cumm. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonnna oh my god Diana! Michael! So hot! Soooo hottt!

Her body trembled wildly with her second orgasm of the night, kept in place only by the overwhelming might of Michael’s cock in her throat. Diana calmly and patiently continued to lick Paige's pussy, gently applying less and less pleasure as Paige bucked with bliss.

“Oh, good girl,” Diana moaned, breathing hard and sliding up away from Paige's crotch. “That was sooo hot. You're so good at cumming for us.”

Michael slipped his cock out of Paige's mouth. It was rock hard, again.

“She sure is,” he agreed.

“There’s just one last thing,” said Diana, sliding up near Paige's face.

Looking up at Michael, Diana started stroking his huge cock with one dainty hand.

“Our Sir still deserves to have one more good cum. And you...” she licked the side of Paige’s face. “You need to have your cherry broken.”

Paige, her mind feeling as fucked as her face had been, whimpered hotly. She nodded.

“Yes, please.”

Sliding out of Diana's grip, Michael slapped Paige's face with his cock again.

“Please what, slut?”

“Please...fuck me, Sir. Please take my virginity. Make it yours. Make
me
yours. Please? Please, Sir?”

He nodded. “Good girl.”

With Diana watching and fingering her hot cunt, Michael’s entered Paige's pussy at last. His enormous length slipped inside of her, inch by glorious inch. Shoving in, not caring, not slowing—taking no prisoners—just breaking through every part of Paige and filling her up with more meat than she had ever thought possible.

“Oh god,” moaned Diana. “It's sooo hot to watch you fuck someone else, baby.”

“Good girl,” said Michael. “Good girls. Both of you.”

“Mmmph,” Diana moaned again. “Fuck her, please? Fuck her
harder
. I want to
watch
you fuck this teen slut.”

“Yes!” Paige nodded, entranced with Michael's hot body. “Fuck me, please! Fuck me harder!”

Complying ably, Michael grabbed Paige's ass cheeks with firm hands and plowed into her cunt, quickly thrusting in and out with no mercy. Paige felt her entire world being destroyed and created every time he pushed inside of her.

Diana was getting so excited—clearly, she could see that Michael was close to the edge. Her face had taken on an image of almost religious zeal.

“Cum in her, darling! Cum in this hot teen bitch!”

“Oh my god!” Paige cried. “Pull out! I'm not on birth control!”

She wanted him to fuck her, but to cum inside of her? That was how babies got made!

Michael gripped her throat. “I'm not gonna pull out, girl. I own your pussy now. And I'm going to mark you.” His thrusts increased in intensity even more. “And if you want me to fuck you again, you're going to let me fill you up.”

“Do it, Paige,” Diana cooed, her voice hoarse. “Ask for his seed!”

Paige's lust-ridden mind could form no substitute words. He was fucking her so very hard...she knew that she should protest more, but it all felt so good and hot and naughty. She just wanted them to want her. She knew she
needed
him to fuck her again. This would never be enough—she could never have enough of Michael's cock!

“Your seed, oh my god! Give it to me!”

Diana moaned in Paige's ear, tweaking her nipples hard. “He's gonna get you pregnant, baby!”

Paige's body convulsed, an orgasm spiraling through her body just from the very thought.

“That's right, you good girl slut. I'm going to make you my pregnant fuckslut whore. How do you like that?”

“Yes, please!” Paige cried.

Grunting and biting her shoulder, Michael came once more, filling up Paige's hot teen pussy with an enormous, pussy-filling creampie. Its hot, oozy warmth filled every part of her pussy, leaking out onto the shaft of his big cock and onto the sheets as well.

With Diana kissing her neck and Michael still playfully gnawing at her shoulder, Paige felt she had died and gone to heaven. There was just no way she wasn't pregnant. She was sure of it.

Everyone got up out of the bed.

“Now,” said Diana, swatting Paige playfully on the ass. “You need to grab a shower before Becky gets home.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Diana giggled and kissed Michael. “Did you hear that? She called me ‘ma’am.’ I feel so mature.”

In the shower, the two babes made out gently, coming down from the intense high of their night of pleasure. Their legs intertwined, their long manes of wet, sexy hair sliding into one another.

Diana moaned over and over in her ear how happy she was that Paige was going to carry their child.

“You'll do it, won't you baby? You'll get so fucking pregnant from him? We'll never stop fucking you if you let him.”

Her body still floating, Paige could only say yes. She didn't know how to say no anymore. She didn't even know how to want to say no anymore.

Outside of the shower, they dried each other off. Paige got dressed quickly—Becky would surely be coming home soon.

Michael was waiting near the front door for Paige. He pulled her in tight for a hot, sensual kiss, grabbing her young, sexy ass hard.

“Be a good girl, and don’t mention this to anyone,” said Michael, “and there’ll be no limit to how much pleasure I can give you. Your reward for having my child will be unlimited access to my cock, just like a good girl like you deserves.”

Paige whimpered hotly and nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

Walking home, just narrowly avoiding the headlights of Becky's car, all she could think was how lucky she was to be able to say that—to say “Yes, Sir” to someone—and mean it absolutely.

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I
t was the last class period of the day—of the week, in fact—and Audrey's math teacher, Mr. Strong, had decided to “celebrate” the occasion with a pop quiz. Unfortunately for the lovely Audrey, struggling away with the fourth question of thirty after forty-five minutes of work, Mr. Strong's pop quizzes were more like other teachers' tests. His tests, on the other hand, were more like mental obstacle courses.

Equally as unfortunate was that Math was not Audrey's strong suit. It was not even an especially average suit for her. It was, at best, the kind of suit you found in the back of a closet after twenty or thirty years, needing a cleaning service to get rid of all the dust, and you exclaim dubiously, “Oh...does this still even fit?”

Audrey sat in the back of the class, where she hoped she was well away from the watchful gaze of Mr. Strong. Part of the reason she hoped this was because Mr. Strong had, to be blunt, rather wandering eyes. He did not seem to mind taking in the lovely form of a beauty like Audrey whenever he could.